"Welcome to your eternal prison." A rooftop. A bullet. A bang. That was all you remember before everything turned to black but the world wasn't done with you yet. Trapped in an eternal cycle, you must learn to adapt and fight against your unfortunate fate. Warnings: Mature Language, Violence, Gore, Mentions of Suicide A/N: I'm lazy so it might take months for me to update (I'm not consistent at all)

Girlfriend has been acting weird lately, always neglecting his emotional needs, and always talking with, 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞. Will this lead him to someone he swore he'd forget? Story Cover Credit: Dotanadots DISCLAIMER: This story will contain topics like SH, Depression, Cringe, PTSD, Schizophrenia, Obsession, and ECT. If any of this upsets you I recommend that you do not read any further.

Builderman had one thought, barge its way through his mind. What type of man was he if he had a romantic intent for another? It made him question everything about himself - or what he had thought he knew about himself, wondering if a single feeling could ever give him more certainty of his identity than this. But yet he somehow answered his own question: He wasn't a man. To put it in simpler terms, he...was gay.